February 27, 2005

• a neo-Nazi skinhead
• i went to a 'stereotype' party once wearing a picture of a stereo and a typewriter.... blackface is always a classic... you could wear meat and fur... hell, these days you could just go as a gay married couple...bring your boyfriend!
• oh, so many things come to mind.... a child molester (heehee just go as a catholic bishop) go as koko and ask all the women at the party to show you their nipples, for your mental health, of course any "just following orders" soldier from guantanamo or abu graib, perhaps with a friend as your victim of choice baby harp seal clubber go as a pregnant woman and spend the evening smoking, drinking and doing drugs as you can see, I am an eternal wellspring of sick, twisted creativity. have fun!
• go as a lewd fly fisherman. big rubber thigh-high waders suspended from your shoulders and nothing else.
• Is f8x related to our own Dear Queen Koko? How about as a Mormon missionary?
• No, Koko, he would be mistaken for royalty... A girl friend once went to a wedding wearing a man's shirt. Which wouldn't have been that inappropiate other than the shirt was a thropy from a fling with the groom. And that he and the bride recognized the shirt. Some embarassing moments ensued, if only for those few in the known. Other than that, a lewd priest costume would be a classic. Or naked, covered in orange dorito dust...
• lol! Good suggestions all! I've thought about going as the next guy Paris Hilton does on Sony Handycam - carrying camera, wearing boxers, and holding a coupla condoms if anyone asks...
• How about going in snacking on a tray of poop. You could shape some brownies into logs and half-bake 'em. Add some candy corn for effect.
• If you can get your hands on a hospital gown, the type that ties in back and leaves your butt hanging out. Accessorize with black socks and old-man sock garters. Carry a JC Penney lingerie catalog.
• I went to one of these many years ago. Someone brought a penis cake. They took a pound cake, drizzled on a bit of strawberry sauce for the veins, neatly arranged a blossom of strawberries at one end, and added a giant spoo of whipped cream.
• Put some raw egg white in a condom, make it look all nasty on the outside, knot the top, then pin it so the knot is hidden and it's hanging out of a back pocket. Then, when someone comments, go "Dude! I was looking for that! I gotta wash that sucker out because I'm gonna hit it with all these hot bitches tonight! If you really want to be fly, actually put your dick in it, pin the top of the condom inside your fly and then let it all hang out baby, cuz you are ready to go! Fuck that washing it out shit, no time for that, because these honies are gonna be lining up! Chicks love that.
• A friend of mine made a (quite delicious) cake that was designed to look like a cat litter box, and not a fresh one (melted tootsie rolls)...it was yummy, served in a cat litter pan with a litter scoop as a spoon.
• Pregnant nun is always classic, if a bit overdone.
• picture of catpoo cake
• Note to self: never attend a meet-up catered by Medusa's friends.
• shitterbox cake recipe
• Molesto the Clown. Don't forget to make ballon genitalia for the children.
• I went to a party along these lines once and there was a guy there who had just covered himself in limburger cheese. He reeked, as in, let's all leave whatever room that guy enters, and if possible let's leave the house altogether. He costume seemed pretty inappropriate in its way.
• May I suggest a codpiece for m'sieur? /;eaps to second Abiezer_Coppe!
• Get a stuffed animal and attach it (via some sort of harness, I'd imagine) to your groin. Explain that you were "just larking around" with Fluffy when he got stuck there several days ago... you don't think he's dead, just in shock... Or go as a baby. A big baby in a bib and nappy. Tell everybody that you have realised you were born as a baby trapped inside a baby's body - which was fine - but now you're a baby trapped in a man's body and you need to express your inner toddler. Demand that they call you "Diddy-widdy-littlums" all night, and serve you all your drinks from a baby's bottle (all this must be said in a very serious, deadpan, adult voice).
• How about the masturbating bear?
• You asked what you should wear or do. Everyone has been focusing on "wear." I shall focus on "do." Greet everyone by guessing their weight.
• Dress as a priest, with the collar and all. Sew a doll to the front of your pants with the doll facing you. This works best if you use a pretty large doll, and completely attach the hands and feet to your pants so that they don't flop around as you walk. I saw this costume on someone at Burning Man last year and it was a hit with the crowd - and wouldn't be considered any where near appropraite at most social gatherings :)
• This is an awesome thread, by the way. Please give us a full post-party report and let us know what other crazy ideas people came up with!
• Or you could go the other way, and come overdressed, act too formally for the party. Inappropriate can go all ways. Bathrobes and pjs are also very comfortable. As would a smoking jacket be.
• To take jb's idea further, the most inappropriate thing one could do at a party would be to loudly criticise all the other party-goers for their lewd behaviour (and all their other personal failings).
• Wear a big, gaudy hat and matching robes and tape a black box to your neck and go as the pope.
• lol bernockle...or you could just tell everyone what you really think of them...or whatever comes to mind at any given moment...break down and cry at some point... this thread had some good costumes...
• Go naked. Nothing shocks like bravery.
• The publisher of Fetal Rape magazine. Jim Guckert (Requires bald head). A coprophiliac (chocolate sauce is acceptable). A dog-fucker. Incestuous Siamese Twins. A masturbating pastor. Dave, the face-licking singin' hobo. Emphasize the face licking part. Andres Serrano. The Abu Ghraib inverted Klansman. An Abu Ghraib torturer (I can't remember what Lyndie's counterpart was named...) Ted Danson. Karen Finley. Captain Arsebitchcunt Tourette's Fred Phelps. (That should be a good start...)
• Go as R. Kelly and pee on the co-host.
• Dammit, I'm logged into the wrong account. bless you, satan, never logging yourself out. You never make the bed either.
• Cut the lower legs off a pair of trousers, use elestic bands to hold them in place, then wear a long overcoat over the top, nothing else underneath. Go as a flasher.
• Get a withered old penis from a med school cadaver, and sew it to your forehead.
• Go as a democrat.
• You are all some sick motherfuckers. I love you.
• So, the party was last night, and whilst considering all the great suggestions here, I started rooting through my closet. In it I found some PJ's and a smoking robe from the mid 1940's, and I thought, "Aha! Hugh Hefner!" To complete the look, I brought a pipe and I stuck my penis out through the fly in the PJ's. It got cold very quickly. Some other people went as: One chick dressed as a carpenter stripper, complete with belt, thong, skimpy halter and bikini top; her boyfriend dressed as a spandex angel with a cucumber in the front of his pants and tape-on pasties; another guy went in just boxers and robe; another guy dressed in long underwear, no shirt, and a sarong wrapped around his neck like a cape; a couple came dressed as a plumber with a huge crack (him) and a scantily-clad biker babe with v-neck black dress and cowboy hat--I've never seen a hotter looking pregnant chick in my life... Hmmm, others--a soldier stripper (guy); a slutty secretary (girl), and a guy with an ace bandage wrapped around his bare chest. The party's inappropriateness reached levels that can hardly be described without having to censor to protect the (not so) innocent. I started the night with a nice Chianti, but soon found myself drinking Sex on the Beach, a Naked Lady, and then I downed about 9 Plo Chops over the course of 45 minutes. Everyone else consumed comparable amounts of alcohol, except for the pregnant lady. We played pin the pasty on the Disney princesses (I came in third!), danced suggestively and at times with more abandon than even the alcohol seemed to warrant, played strange games with bananas and chocolate fondue, stuck various fruits and vegetables in our pants and other areas, licked whipped cream off each others...well, anyway. In all, it was quite a rockin' party. Muchos gracias for the awesome suggestions. I would post pictures, but I'm pretty sure my friends would kill me. Sorry...
• Finally, the L.A. meetups have some competition...
• So, ah, are you hosting the next LA meetup after you move to southern Ca.?

• another guy went in just boxers and robe;

  Hell, where I live, that's what you wear to go to the dairy.
• This is what Republicans get up to in their spare time? Damn, I'm in the wrong party ...
• Damn... I missed my chance to chime in.... Anywho... I totally would have went with two friends. Have one person dress up like a plane, and the other two like the twin towers, and have the first friend constantly run into the others all night while making loud, obnoxious "WOOOOSSHH!! BOOOM!!!" noises. As a added effect you could attach tiny dolls in falling positions on the sides of each tower.
• Hats Of meat Always look fine
• Debaser, that reminds me of the (quite shockingly bad taste) idea me and some friends came up with about a week after 9/11, based on having seen a sign for an "American Style Gentleman's Club". We speculated the strip-tease would involve a WTC costume slowly collapsing off the stripper, with small tassles being thrown from it for heightened effect. Bad bad bad. (We then completely forgot to rewrite a line from the comedy show we were performing that night, which referred to "the World Pain Centre in New York City". It was an old sketch, we'd done it hundreds of times, we just forgot the line was in there... we only realised, roughly simultaneously, whilst performing the sketch that night. The look on the face of the guy who had to say the line, as it approached and he tried to think of something to replace it with, was priceless, and terrifying.) Oh, and f8x, you do now realise that I'll find it very hard to picture you as anything other than Hugh Hefner (with penis out)? Just... just saying.
• flashboy: Um... *can't think of anything to say, stalks off with pipe in one hand, three playmates on my arm, and...well, my penis hanging out of my fly*
• Hey, you created the image - I just found myself terrifyingly fixated upon it. And still, it seems, nobody has invented Mind Bleach. They can put a man on the moon, but they can't...
• Sure they have. That you remember the moon landing and not the horrible thing they found there is proof enough of that. Sounds like a cool party f8xmulder. Heh. C'mon post blurred pics. We can still goggle/giggle at the costumes.
• Please forward the resume of the slutty secretary to my email.